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'''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' Set 6 No.2. Anonymous lyrics found on back of leaf 53 of ''Popish Kingdome'' or ''Reigne of Antichrist'', Used also in Thomas Ford's collection: ''Music of Sundry Kinds (1607)''.<br> | '''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' Set 6 No.2. Anonymous lyrics found on back of leaf 53 of ''Popish Kingdome'' or ''Reigne of Antichrist'', Used also in Thomas Ford's collection: ''Music of Sundry Kinds (1607)''.<br> |
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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-03-31). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 71 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: And yet I love her till I die
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Anonymous lyricist
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
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Description: English Lyrics Set 6 No.2. Anonymous lyrics found on back of leaf 53 of Popish Kingdome or Reigne of Antichrist, Used also in Thomas Ford's collection: Music of Sundry Kinds (1607).
- When comes my Gwen
- And yet I love her till I die
- Love is a bable
- A Lover's garland (Arthur Perceval Graves)
- At the Hour the Long Day Ends (Arthur Perceval Graves)
- Under the greenwood tree
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Original text and translations
English text
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleased my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture, motion and her smiles,1
Her wit, her voice, my heart beguile;2
Beguile my heart, I know not why,
And yet I love her till I die.
Had I her fast betwixt mine arms,
Judge you that think such sports were harms,
Were't any harm? No, no, fie, fie!
For I will love her till I die.
[Should I remain confinèd there
So long as Phoebus in his sphere,
I to request, she to deny,
Yet would I love her till I die.
Her free behavior, winning looks,
Will make a lawyer burn his books.
I touched her not alas not I,
And yet I'll love her till I die.]3
Cupid is winged and doth range
Her country so my love doth change;
But change she earth or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die.
1 Original is "smiles"
2 Original is "beguiles"
3 Not set by Parry.